For a while I was writing some good poems...colorful words that painted unique pictures in the mind, at least thats what I was told. Personally, I liked them. Now my creativity is gone it seems. I can't think any exiting or new thoughts. There is nothing unique about me anymore. There isn't any way for me to tap into my soul or melt into the depths of my mind. I am boring. I don't have any cool friends as I am STUCK knowing the same kinds of people. Everytime I meet someone they turn out to be the just like everyone else I've known-preachy and unaccepting. I can't stand it anymore. I feel as though I am missing out...I talk about huge plans but I know that they won't ever happen. huh, just had to say this
